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When it comes to pleasure..
A fine man.
Bits and pieces of fine meat, bone and soft tissue.
Step on the weighbridge, 88 kilos minos emotions.
How have you become a judge?
Who did you rock-gift?
Who did you stone-death?
Why take building blocks?
As we exercise ourselves, Turkish coffee and manhunt candies
Lips commenced salsa dancing incongruent tells of because and because
I cannot bear it, sweetened tooth bursts in laughter, and was licked by a foreign passport tongue, twisted enough to walk the red carpet of accepted reasoning.
Friends had a bitter soup.
Show me what you have studied during the storms of crypto-curation
Heading for a longer walk, ignoring chatter which leads to sniffing flattery..
Show me your own, water damm. what have you been producing?
We have a chance to hear what you have to say?
Before barbering the leftover of my fading social circus..
I am not worried, of the polluting thoughts you are trying to spit, am of no distance sufficient for a stone to be thrown with a phrase no longer desired to be heard..
All left undone, the promises by none of which are gone, sleeplessly, my skeleton can run a backward marathon.
